Novel & Cerita Wolfoo Cry

The Faewolves were hybrids, a product of fairies mating with werewolves. Arez had consulted Selene the moon goddess through the Faewolves as it was prophesied that would conquer. Arez and the Faewolves went to war and defeated the vampires but the greed of Arez led him to rape a young vampire woman and then, he took her for himself.

The older one just stared at me as I walked in, his eyes glinting with malice. On a metal table in the center of the room sat a small glass vial of dark purple liquid. Wolfsbane extract. For a wolf, it wasn’t deadly in small doses. But it felt like fire in the veins. It shut down the healing. It amplified pain. Just what I needed. I picked up the vial. “Who wants to talk first?” The younger one started crying. “I don’t know anything! I swear! They just told me to fight! I needed the money!”

The feral part of my wolf screamed as the blood magic cracked across my jaw with a searing heat as my features struggled to reassert themselves, and I crushed the wild magic back into submission with all my remaining strength, clutching the sides of the stool. The blade touched my scalp. A sob escaped me. I hadn’t meant to make the sound; my body acted before my mind could catch up. The noise was ugly, a violent thing ripping through the stillness. I clamped my lips shut over my teeth, but another sob tore free, then another, and I was crying then, with open, unfettered grief, in the center of the east courtyard while every eye there fixated on my face.

And like he was crying. “What have you done to me? I can’t feel my wolf.”

Dhario POV I growl, loud, my wolf is pissed and I can't ease the pain, only Olivia can do it. She left me, it's all I can think. She’s going to renounce me as her mate. That was driving me crazy. I went inside walking into my bedroom and my dressing room grabbing a pair of boxer shorts and some lounge trousers, after I get dressed I walk straight to my personal bar and grab a bottle of vodka and a glass "Oh fuck the glass", I take the bottle into my mouth and I start drinking, I need to numb my feelings for when she renounces me. It’s going to fucking hurt, more than it does now.

My wolf whimpered. ^~^

he said. “It seems to me, Sir, that she’s not fully in control of her wolf,” Fernan started. “How do you mean?” Silverio asked. “Well, when I go wolf, it’s like I’m getting into a car, you know? I get in the car and I drive it around and it does what I want it to do. And then when I want to be a man again, I just go back. I put the brakes on. I park the car and just get out.”

My wolf stirs again, restless, whispering one word I refuse to hear: Fool.

Outside, the wind whistled low, curling through the cracks of the wood like a whisper. Then came the sound. A cry. Not the sharp cry of an animal, but low, mournful, almost human. It rose and fell on the night air, so close it made Elora’s skin prickle. Her head snapped toward the window. “Did you hear that?” Joel was already on his feet, dagger in hand, his entire body taut as a bowstring. His eyes glowed brighter, his wolf rising just beneath the surface. “Yes.” Another cry echoed—closer, hollow, heavy with despair. The air grew sharp and cold, misting their breaths in the faint light. The fire shrank as if choked by invisible hands.